One day, a boy was walking through the town with his father, just as they did every Sunday morning. He so enjoyed their walks. The boy held his father’s hand as they traveled from
Five months ago I sat down on a quiet Wednesday morning to write this blog post, sharing how I would respond if I found out that my children were gay. My hope was
“Church isn’t for me anymore.” I know those words so well because I hear them every single day in some form or another; in emails, late night Skype sessions, and midday
Brace yourselves and gird your loins, true believers; I come with earth-shattering news. I’ve long heard rumors of the gay community’s insidious master plan to contaminate and corrupt our sweet cisgender-hetero setup here on
One day, a boy was walking through the town with his father, just as they did every Sunday morning. He so enjoyed their walks. The boy held his father’s hand as they traveled from
Five months ago I sat down on a quiet Wednesday morning to write this blog post, sharing how I would respond if I found out that my children were gay. My hope was
“Church isn’t for me anymore.” I know those words so well because I hear them every single day in some form or another; in emails, late night Skype sessions, and midday
Brace yourselves and gird your loins, true believers; I come with earth-shattering news. I’ve long heard rumors of the gay community’s insidious master plan to contaminate and corrupt our sweet cisgender-hetero setup here on